Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from San Marino and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
Brick,
Bizarre Inc.,
Iggy Pop,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Sonic Youth,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fugazi,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Skriet,
the Slits,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
FM Einheit,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Leaves,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The American Breed,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Banda Bassotti,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.